“You were snooping around the farmhouse, weren’t you?” cross-examined Crull. “Why were you doing that?”
“I figured that it was the other end of the tunnel. That’s all.”
“Who did you see there?”
“You, one night. Vernon, another. Also the old gentleman, here.”
“Ah! You looked in the second-story window?”
“Yes. I was just able to peek into it from the shed roof. I couldn’t hold my position long enough to stay. I just caught glimpses on the two occasions I visited there.”
“Hm-m-m.” Birdie Crull was thoughtful. “What about the night some fellow grabbed you there? Who was he?”
“I don’t know,” replied Harry. “I got away from him.”
“Listen, Vincent,” interrupted Crull. “There’s more to your story than you’re telling me. Come clean, or it will be tough for you. Who sent you here?”
“No one.”